Cassi, Cassie
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: From here on Fray shall = Cassie Fraiser
"Doctor!" a voice called "Dr. O'Neill!" The two Cassi's stopped when they realized who he was calling. They turned and saw a man in fatigues jogging toward them from the mountain. He was huffing a little when he reached them.
"Sorry, ma'am" he said, "General Hammond ordered me to be your escort for today, ma'am." Cassi looked at him bemusedly.
"You do know I'm only 16, right?" she asked. The young man was very well trained for though his amazement permeated the air, he didn't allow it to show on his face.
"No, ma'am, I did not" he answered. He was probably approaching his thirties, and Cassi noticed he was a staff sergent, probably working under Dr. Fraiser. She wondered briefly why the General would send them an escort knowing full well she was capable of taking care of herself, not to mention the Cassie next to her. Then she decided she probably didn't want to know.
"All right, Sergent....."
"Dickens, ma'am. Mark Dickens"
"You can tag along, but I warn you" she made her tone sound ominous, "We're going shopping" They started on their way to the government truck that had been assigned to them and the girls did thier best to forget about Dickens.
"Do you wanna stop by your house and change?" Cassie asked. Cassi just laughed.
"Nah" she said, "All I've got are fatigues anyway" When her friend stared at her she laughed again.
"I've only been in this reality for two weeks! I haven't exactly had the chance to go shopping yet! Hey, that reminds me" she stopped walking and stared off into space. Cassie and Dickens wondered what was going on when suddenly the telepath smiled and a credit card appeared in her hand. She noticed the other tow were staring at her.
"I had to ask Dad for his credit card" she explained nonchalantly and climbed into the truck. The mall they chose was packed. As they walked in Cassie asked,
"How do you stand all the voices?" Cassi shrugged.
"Mostly I just tune them out" she answered, "Like when you're listening to music and talking on the phone. You hear the music, but your only listenting to the other person on the phone" As they strolled they began to get strange looks from people. Everybody knew that there was a government installation in town, but their group was quite odd. It looked as if one civilian girl was being escorted by two soldiers and people began to wonder who she was that she was important enough to need guards.
"You know, Dickens" Cassi said, "You stick out like a sore thumb in this mob"
"You don't exactly blend in yourself, ma'am" Dickens answered. They ducked into the first store.
"What about these?" Cassie suggested, pulling a pair of extremely frayed jeans off the rack.
"Yeah, okay, Frayed" Cassi replied, "Hey! I just thought of a nickname for you! I here dub thee Fray! Cassie was going to get confusing anyway."
"Why dod I get the nickname?" Fray asked.
"Because I thought of one first" Cassi answered.
"Why in the world did your mother name you Cassi anyway? Didn't she think it would get confusing eventually?" Fray grumbled.
"Actually, it was a tribute to you" Cassi answered as she picked through the racks, "In my reality, you died in your village" Fray gasped.
Sorry, Cassi apologized silently, I couldn't come up with a more delicate way to put it. Remember though, every one's dead in my reality. Before Fray could say anything, a clerk walked up. He was kinda cute, but both girls thought he looked a bit desperate to be interesting.
"Hi!" he greeted them enthusiastically, "Family outing?" The girls looked at one another and then at Dickens.
"Do we look related?" they asked in unision, quite upsetting the poor clerk. It seemed painfully obvious to them, however, that they were not related. Cassi was as tall as Sam while Fray was still a tad shorter than her own mother. Their features were clearly different and while at least they both had lightish hair, Dicken's hair was black.
"Ah, no, sorry" the boy replied, "Can I help you find something?" The girls again looked at each other.
"I don't think so" Fray finnaly answered. Cassi quickly picked an outfit out, paid and changed out of her fatigues. They spent the next few hours flitting from store to store, building up quite a debt on Jack's credit card. Though Cassi prefered the standard t-shirt and jeans uniform her father wore, she had enough of her mother in her to go for a few of the nicer things Fray talked her into trying on. Dickens seemed utterly stupified after a couple of hours so they started playing jokes on him to keep him awake, such as teleporting out of the dressing rooms so he wouldn't know they'd gone until they waltzed back in the front doors. After a couple times Dickens caught on and started paying more attention. By lunch they were done though so htye had him take them to the O'Neill's house where he was forced to endure watching whatever they wanted and listening to their (nearly) senseless chatter until the Colonel and Teal'c arrived to relieve him.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: From here on Fray shall = Cassie Fraiser
"Doctor!" a voice called "Dr. O'Neill!" The two Cassi's stopped when they realized who he was calling. They turned and saw a man in fatigues jogging toward them from the mountain. He was huffing a little when he reached them.
"Sorry, ma'am" he said, "General Hammond ordered me to be your escort for today, ma'am." Cassi looked at him bemusedly.
"You do know I'm only 16, right?" she asked. The young man was very well trained for though his amazement permeated the air, he didn't allow it to show on his face.
"No, ma'am, I did not" he answered. He was probably approaching his thirties, and Cassi noticed he was a staff sergent, probably working under Dr. Fraiser. She wondered briefly why the General would send them an escort knowing full well she was capable of taking care of herself, not to mention the Cassie next to her. Then she decided she probably didn't want to know.
"All right, Sergent....."
"Dickens, ma'am. Mark Dickens"
"You can tag along, but I warn you" she made her tone sound ominous, "We're going shopping" They started on their way to the government truck that had been assigned to them and the girls did thier best to forget about Dickens.
"Do you wanna stop by your house and change?" Cassie asked. Cassi just laughed.
"Nah" she said, "All I've got are fatigues anyway" When her friend stared at her she laughed again.
"I've only been in this reality for two weeks! I haven't exactly had the chance to go shopping yet! Hey, that reminds me" she stopped walking and stared off into space. Cassie and Dickens wondered what was going on when suddenly the telepath smiled and a credit card appeared in her hand. She noticed the other tow were staring at her.
"I had to ask Dad for his credit card" she explained nonchalantly and climbed into the truck. The mall they chose was packed. As they walked in Cassie asked,
"How do you stand all the voices?" Cassi shrugged.
"Mostly I just tune them out" she answered, "Like when you're listening to music and talking on the phone. You hear the music, but your only listenting to the other person on the phone" As they strolled they began to get strange looks from people. Everybody knew that there was a government installation in town, but their group was quite odd. It looked as if one civilian girl was being escorted by two soldiers and people began to wonder who she was that she was important enough to need guards.
"You know, Dickens" Cassi said, "You stick out like a sore thumb in this mob"
"You don't exactly blend in yourself, ma'am" Dickens answered. They ducked into the first store.
"What about these?" Cassie suggested, pulling a pair of extremely frayed jeans off the rack.
"Yeah, okay, Frayed" Cassi replied, "Hey! I just thought of a nickname for you! I here dub thee Fray! Cassie was going to get confusing anyway."
"Why dod I get the nickname?" Fray asked.
"Because I thought of one first" Cassi answered.
"Why in the world did your mother name you Cassi anyway? Didn't she think it would get confusing eventually?" Fray grumbled.
"Actually, it was a tribute to you" Cassi answered as she picked through the racks, "In my reality, you died in your village" Fray gasped.
Sorry, Cassi apologized silently, I couldn't come up with a more delicate way to put it. Remember though, every one's dead in my reality. Before Fray could say anything, a clerk walked up. He was kinda cute, but both girls thought he looked a bit desperate to be interesting.
"Hi!" he greeted them enthusiastically, "Family outing?" The girls looked at one another and then at Dickens.
"Do we look related?" they asked in unision, quite upsetting the poor clerk. It seemed painfully obvious to them, however, that they were not related. Cassi was as tall as Sam while Fray was still a tad shorter than her own mother. Their features were clearly different and while at least they both had lightish hair, Dicken's hair was black.
"Ah, no, sorry" the boy replied, "Can I help you find something?" The girls again looked at each other.
"I don't think so" Fray finnaly answered. Cassi quickly picked an outfit out, paid and changed out of her fatigues. They spent the next few hours flitting from store to store, building up quite a debt on Jack's credit card. Though Cassi prefered the standard t-shirt and jeans uniform her father wore, she had enough of her mother in her to go for a few of the nicer things Fray talked her into trying on. Dickens seemed utterly stupified after a couple of hours so they started playing jokes on him to keep him awake, such as teleporting out of the dressing rooms so he wouldn't know they'd gone until they waltzed back in the front doors. After a couple times Dickens caught on and started paying more attention. By lunch they were done though so htye had him take them to the O'Neill's house where he was forced to endure watching whatever they wanted and listening to their (nearly) senseless chatter until the Colonel and Teal'c arrived to relieve him.